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Report | 02/05/2010 12:26 pm

Luv4Life16

HI, I know this is a *random comment*, but I love you avatar! smile

Report | 08/17/2009 12:38 pm

xPsytx

sheesh 5 years.. longest relationship ive had was 4 months ><

Report | 08/17/2009 12:30 pm

xPsytx

meh if only that would work

Report | 08/17/2009 11:39 am

xPsytx

wow congratulations. makes me depresed tho ;-; im only a year younger than you and ive been with out a girl friend for over a year ^^'

Report | 08/17/2009 11:35 am

xPsytx

so how ya been?

Report | 08/17/2009 11:19 am

xPsytx

ah thats it mine was kiba no akui

Report | 08/17/2009 11:16 am

xPsytx

rawrs tro juu ;O how ya been? and uhm pardon this but lol what was your old name? XD

Report | 06/09/2009 3:42 pm

D_VID O_o

Ey...how've you been?

Report | 04/03/2009 3:40 pm

newcomer

happy happy birthday from all of us to you *i do a little birthday dance just for you*
happy early birthday.

Report | 12/10/2008 10:33 pm

Captain Daemonfelis

Hiya, Imma carrolin' to different people. Tee hee.

Here's a Christmas story thatcha probably didn't know

Like most Christmas stories happened long time ago

In a renovated double near Broad and St. Bernard

Lived a fat little hippy with some livestock in his yard

There was elves in and out, a refrigerated van

People thought it was a day-care or a Sno-Ball stand

Been a bunch of tenants, been a bunch of years

But Santa and his reindeer used to live right here

Report | 12/07/2008 8:45 am

Sir Barton

*snickers* I'm finding that people in Texas can understand it better then people from other parts of the country. Well, pretty sure that Mississippi can grasp it for the most part since they are kissing cousins to us. I've had to translate it a couple of times. Hope things are going well with you and Hell, kitten and I hope you have a magical Christmas.

Report | 12/06/2008 4:45 pm

Sir Barton

Cajun Night Before Christmas







alligator.jpgTwas the night before Christmas an' all t'ru de house,



Dey don't a ting pass Not even a mouse.



De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo',



An' Mama pass de pepper t'ru de crack on de do'.







De Mama in de fireplace done roas' up de ham,



Sit up de gumbo an' make de bake yam.



Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter,



Make soun' like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.







I run like a rabbit to got to de do',



Trip over de dorg an' fall on de flo'.



As I look out de do'in de light o' de moon,



I t'ink, "Mahn, you crazy or got ol' too soon."







Cux dere on de by-you w'en I stretch ma'neck stiff,



Dere's eight alligator a pullin' de skiff.



An' a little fat drover wit' a long pole-ing stick,



I know r'at away got to be ole St.Nick.







Mo' fas'er an' fas'er de' gator dey came



He whistle an' holler an' call dem by name:



"Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an' Alcee'!



Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an'Renee'!







To de top o' de porch to de top o' de wall,



Make crawl, alligator, an' be sho' you don' fall."



Like Tante Flo's cat t'ru de treetop he fly,



W'en de big ole houn' dorg come a run hisse's by.







Like dat up de porch dem ole 'gator clim!



Wit' de skiff full o' toy an' St. Nicklus behin'.



Den on top de porch roof it soun' like de hail,



W'en all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail.







Den down de chimney I yell wit' a bam,



An' St.Nicklus fall an' sit on de yam.



"Sacre!" he axclaim, "Ma pant got a hole



I done sot ma'se'f on dem red hot coal."







He got on his foots an' jump like de cat



Out to de flo' where he lan' wit' a SPLAT!



He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot,



An' his clothes is all dirty wit' ashes an' soot.







A sack full o' playt'ing he t'row on his back,



He look like a burglar an' dass fo' a fack.



His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry!



Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry.







His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry,



On secon' t'ought maybe he lap up de sherry.



Wit' snow-white chin whisker an' quiverin' belly,



He shook w'en he laugh like de stromberry jelly!







But a wink in his eye an' a shook o' his head,



Make my confi-dence dat I don't got to be scared.



He don' do no talkin' gone strit to hi work,



Put a playt'ing in sock an' den turn wit' a jerk.







He put bot' his han' dere on top o' his head,



Cas' an eye on de chimney an' den he done said:



"Wit' all o' dat fire an' dem burnin' hot flame,



Me I ain' goin' back by de way dat I came."







So he run out de do' an, he clim' to de roof,



He ain' no fool, him for to make one more goof.



He jump in his skiff an' crack his big whip,



De' gator move down, An don' make one slip.







An' I hear him shout loud as a splashin' he go,



"Merry Christmas to all 'til I saw you some mo'!"







Author: J. B. Kling, Jr., 1973



Source: Unknown

Report | 10/29/2008 2:59 pm

Alekta

Miss me? *waves*

Report | 10/13/2008 5:07 pm

newcomer

it's called a Devil Imp, they run about 9000gold in the market, they're also sold in the cash shop i think, but i don't know for how much. there's also an Angel Imo for the same price.

Report | 10/13/2008 4:21 pm

newcomer

Dinner time, i'll talk to you later *hugs*

Report | 10/13/2008 4:18 pm

newcomer

*shrugs* who knows, it's Mom. as much as i love her, it's still Mom.

Report | 10/13/2008 4:13 pm

newcomer

so when does Bobby get home??

Report | 10/13/2008 4:07 pm

newcomer

Dad says hi by the way, so does Mom as well

Report | 10/13/2008 4:02 pm

newcomer

lol you also didn't watch X-Men like i did last week XD

Report | 10/13/2008 3:58 pm

newcomer

lol if it was longer you'd probably look alittle like Storm.

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